I’d resented her for most of my life. But could it be too late to call her, mum?
Of course, I’d end up with my convertible stuck in a ditch in the middle of a storm.
I couldn’t even break down in the city where help would be minutes away.
No. I had to break down in the middle of nowhere, drenched and now with a twisted ankle after a muddy puddle claimed the life of my designer heels.